The Crying Squirrel

  Just outside my door, there is this crying squirrel, he cries in squirleeze, but if you were to hear it, you too might agree, that it sounds as if he is singing the blues? Yesterday, he cried out from the right side, while this morning, he cried out from the left.
  He cries out a warning, he tells of hard times ahead. The birds in the trees sit and listen while others fly in. They listen, and then they fly off, crying out the message in their way.
  But we the people, we of the human kind, we do not listen, and so we do not understand? Missions and schemes are being played out all around us. The nations like chess men are being moved on a giant board. History is unfolding before our eyes, there is a time of much trouble ahead. But people will not consider it, as it fills them with dread!
  So outside in the wilderness, the animals know, they speak it out clearly, this time of peace is near end. But the people won't listen, because they have hardly the time? It is the pace of life you see, that they think they can make no time to consider. But there is real danger ahead, and you can no longer deny the signs.
  Freedoms are being challenged, more fall by the wayside each day. It is concession done in small parts, one small point after another. But who is it that is offended? More often then not, it is the offended who is really the offender! But it has worked to a large degree, many people already feel themselves stifled! So afraid to offend, but offend who, and how real is that concern? But if the subject leaves you afraid to speak, then you have already been affected.
  Never fear words, for it is words that make up thought!
   So all of this poetic stuff is fine, but what is the point of the poem? You are giving up your freedom America, you are being weakened from within! But also that you had better wake up fast, because there are real problems ahead!